Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.